wonder – Page 7 – Kevin Trent Boswell

bell

just as

a lover does

god

wishes to be

wooed

cried out for,

desired

hunted

I have called…

now,

for a

great

time

and

I am

weary

my eyes,

heavy

from the

looking out

my voice, tired

I am become

as a

sounding

bell

a chiming

in the darkness

an echo of

an echo

of a long

ago

heard only by

the ear

that sits close

to the mouth

who uttered

the sound

in the beginning

sound…

the genesis

of all things

beginning is

answered

only by

ending

god

not

somewhere

in the circuit

between

mouth

and

ear

instead,

there is only

mouth,

the ear

words,

the space

silence

between

yearning,

not knowing,

finding

remembering

and forgetting

loneliness

crying out

in the wilderness

for the return

home

Magus

(Kevin Trent Boswell)

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Art Matters

I wrote a post, over at ConjureWork.com that I feel is important. It pertains to art, poetry, music and accurate thinking and how we all need it more than we may realize.

Rather than recreate it here, I’m just linking it: Art Matters.

somewhere in wilmington

waiting and wilting

baiting and quilting

an intricate weave

an alluring network of delicacies

through hell bent phosphorescent mind

of elder kinsmen magician sort

what to say

of lovers and wise men,

scoundrels and boys in the sticks

and creative stories:

hey, is that true?

no. it’s made up and so

we believe it

because it’s a wonderful rose

that grows

incandescent strobe light wonderful

god, i love that word:

wonderful

it’s not quite said enough

yet, says enough

and yet, not

and therefore…

much more, you see?

it’s simple

and silly, yes.

after all,

isn’t everything?

it is in wilmington

things often stated

rather matter-of-fact-ly

like ideas that

hit you in the lung,

real wonderful like;

something like joy

like knowing it will all be o.k.

even though you

really don’t know that

it will all be o.k.;

like finding out that

your brain will

chase its own tail, if you let it

and not making that mistake again

and not hiring woe

to spend all your money

woe?

oh, no.

i apologize.

the subject was joy.

or was it wonderfulness? (;)

or was it wilmington? (;)

or was it silliness? (;)

i believe it may have been

willingness;

willingness to accept certain things;

to accept the fact that

you is you

and you

is the only you

you get, you.

they do forget you.

one way or another, brother,

they forget you

wake up

and you realize

that this is the

karmic scheme of things

and many dreams it brings,

in the wee small hours,

that seem like days

because you’ve been dreaming

for years

that you were

really here

but you were really

just asleep

and dreaming

that you were

awake

and

baked

somewhere

wilmington

quiet

an original poem

floating in a soup

of strange sounds.

listen to the track,

watch the video.

but do it quietly.

Here is an mp3 of the song,

free to download.

quiet_magus72_the_plastic_infinity.mp3

share liberally,

it’s better that way.

a glass of yesterdays

at nineteen

I was smitten with a girl

who loved gin and tonic

she was a preacher’s daughter

in South Carolina

I discovered that

all of what people say

about preacher’s daughters

is blissfully true

I introduced her to

the bubbly summer fizz

and she introduced me to…

well, let’s just say…

I learned to mix

a mean

gin and tonic

as she lay beside me,

naked and asleep

on that motel bed,

I took tequila shots

and reveled in the majesty of

Austin City Limits

the television and I,

both sloppy drunk

with the sounds

of John Hammond

slurring curses through

a mouth harp,

the tube on his finger

causing that steel guitar

to scream bloody murder

and holler for its momma

I sat stupefied

on the edge

of a cheap mattress,

covered in awe

and still coated

with her

Delta Blues cut

jagged holes

into my memory,

with its muddy banks

flesh, sights, screams,

wailing demons

and wobbling fingers

only a cheap television screen

and a cigarette ash,

backlighting

the carnal event

she, now quiet on the bed

Hammond on the screen,

now brutally howling

as if in some type of

infernal pain

a blistering welt

from the bite of a hell hound,

now sulking somewhere

in the mosquito-infested

darkness

“Oh!!! Say,

my momma don’t allow me…

to stay out

aaaaall night long!”

I, now

consumed completely

by cactus juices

and cascades

of flaming guitar notes,

flying out of the

Devil’s fingertips

I straighten my back

and draw in closer

to breathe in her hair

then, toward the television screen

and I fall sleepily beneath

the heavy spell

of it all

now,

standing in a friend’s kitchen,

I think back

on all of it

I spy a bottle of gin

with a little less than

a shot left in it

I open the fridge

lo and behold,

a fresh bottle of

tonic water

I mix the two

and raise

a toast

to the various potions

of summer’s forgetfulness…

to the southern gene pool,

with its extraordinary ability

to produce the most

exquisite specimens

of the female form…

to the Delta blues

its vinyl static,

scratched into my soul…

to John Hammond,

masterful and

merciless…

to the claw marks

on my back…

to the fear

of Jesus

Magus

(Kevin Trent Boswell)

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filter

when I was a child, my aunt told me

that if rain fell while the sun was shining,

it meant the Devil was beating his wife

I never had the slightest clue

what it meant

but today,

it may just be true…

for the sky drips purple wax

on slippery horizon

flickers bright with

wick dipped in fire,

angels of sun,

showering out plumes

of fractal light

something vast, immense

holds space between sparse clouds

a light spray of water

cascades over my vehicle

and busy spirits of air

float and move about,

vying for better positions

I move intentionally,

purposefully through the scene,

hurried to escape a day

that will not be missed

hurdling over a variety of nonsense

machine churns over road…

not as fast as I imagine it should

not enough ground

falls between myself and

all that I seek

to leave behind

I am allowed to briefly glimpse

a pristine, white mare

eating peacefully in the pasture

by the side of the highway

she is without blemish

and without any earthly substance

she is something etheric,

angelic and full of joy

(or so I imagine her to be)

she never sees me

she has no idea

who I am

and so… I am

utterly and completely

jealous of her

I have not been filtered

through the windows of her eyes

I have not polluted the peaceful

realm of her mind

with all of my chaos

there is, for her,

only eating and walking

and other things

of equal pleasure

she has no idea who I am…

and neither do I

still, I drive by

and for something

not exactly a second

and not quite a lifetime,

I live vicariously through her

perhaps the breadth of a heartbeat

in looking on her,

tasting the carefree grass of her world,

I am for one, solitary moment,

free from Samsara

I have no hurt, no rage,

only a sky full of purple wax

and preoccupied angels,

angels who watch

over the quiet beasts

that are the mare

and myself

angels who possess

wider eyes

eyes

that screen out the dross,

placing a clearer lens over it all

I breathe in my quick look

at what serenity is dancing

just beneath the veneer

and for a frozen moment,

the mare and I

are both

full

Magus

(Kevin Trent Boswell)

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